This poetry ballads are about a very young child who grew up with very less restrictions. As she grew up! Her Restrictions were very tightened up. Will she break them up? Or abode them?
Is she going to stand individual
or be a slave to her elderly...
A cock rose in the morning Beautiful sketches so Gorgeously Burning That little girl woke up relaxing So happy on that bright day
Her feet so soft as a lotus Her hands so fragile as a feather Her hair so flaky and combed Her words so childish and calming
Playing with her dresses catching her grandmother Running around the tulasi without Bathing
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Running behind her brother when he was just moving for Gurukul
she loves swimming after all she was a small child left and right and up and down she did not give up until she went around the lake
The temple bells rang and she Ate her whole sweets Her love for her deity and her love for her offerings She was wet yet the best The priest gave her his best in the temple
She was clever for Gurukul perhaps a great if she studies She knows applying Mascara has science and wearing dresses have social ethics
She might be a soft and delicate child but she is storming and a genius her complexity defines her simplicity after all she has a truly Beautiful mind
